Tuesday, April 5, 2011

D: Dragons

Here There Be Dragons

The ocean's blue gleams against scales of green,
My reflection dripping in saliva.
Teeth gnash. I sharpen my claws for hunting.
My prey struggles against an armada
of chains welded with fear made mania.
I can not escape the shrieks of my heart,
self lit fires impeding nirvana.
I am imprisoned by a breath scorched art
of my creation; poison bled from my own dart.

Growling the secrets of safety, of lies,
My longing becomes a song of restrain.
Devouring the stinging salt of sighs,
a gust of destruction guards in my veins,
That place of horror where my mind still reigns,
A key buried deep in a weave of nest,
the chord pulling tight against heavy strains.
Here there be dragons, warring in my breast.
But past the sea's horizon lies eternal rest.


  1. How beautiful! I feel that way about my writing. I am the goddess of my worlds as I tell my MCs what to do, but they tend to slip through and do their own thing. It's fun. :)

    ♥.•*¨ Elizabeth ¨*•.♥

  2. Very nice. Evocative. It reminded me of part of Juliet Marillier's newest novel, The Seer of Sevenwaters. It isn't exactly a dragon in the novel, but close.

  3. Lovely poem . . . great choice for "D"!

  4. "My reflection dripping in saliva." I love that! Great D-post!